Disclaimer: don't own a thing. Although I do have an estimated 30 shoes in my cupboard.

A/N Just for those of you who don't realise. I wrote this story on Word and my friends then reviewed witin the story. If you just read the whole thing, everything should make sense.


The Scar, the Tree and The Playground. Oh and Soothing Hair.

Chapter One: Faraway

Harry awoke, his scar burnt desperately. This was a sure sign that evil was near. He rolled over and laid his head on Luna's chest. He new at least he was safe with her.

Meanwhile….. faraway in the same bed

Luna stirred as her boyfriend's soft hair tickled her chin. She knew he was awake, and that he was scared. He always lay like that when he was scared, but Luna knew how to comfort him. She stroked his thick dark hair soothingly, she would protect Harry, no matter what happened.

Harry sighed as Luna soft hand glided gracefully over his burning head. He lay there looking into the darkness until sleep came and took him. He was walking through a playground, a playground with many doors. But Harry didn't want to go through these doors, he didn't want to leave. He knew what had come for and now he could see it, there at the end of the playground a large oak tree.

Harry ran towards it, the tree was much further away than it seemed, he wasn't going to make it! He felt the sun burn on his face and then… soft cool shade. He'd made it. Harry looked up and began to climb the tree to the old, dark tree house. Scrambling and scratching at the tree he made it to the very top, to the highest branch. He turned the cold, brass handle and entered the house. The room was too dark he couldn't see anything. All he could make out was the silhouette of an old rotting armchair.

Harry choked as he heard the high pitched cold laugh he knew only too well. It was a trap! How could he have fallen into it! He felt the cold sweat prickle his forehead as the voice spoke. It pierced Harry's ears and scar and he fell to his knees.

'Back again Potter!' it shrieked 'Perhaps my old master did not teach you well enough to knock before you enter!'

In a flash the chair whirled round, Harry shouted 'Expelliamus!' but it was to late his torturer had already screamed 'Cruxio!' (Originates from the French for crab did you know!)

'Perhaps I shall teach you better now that I am more powerful than he ever was.' Cried the high pitched voice. Harry looked up through is tears of pain in to the murderous face of Colin Creevy.

YOUR FIRST REVIEW: Whoever thought sweat could prickle like a thousand daggers in a haystack of algae. cupinamug

YOUR SECOND REVIEW: which is much more important than the first: This story is tremendous! I love the first paragraph it is so wondrous, I have never read such great literature… ever… ever ever… ever. Ermmm I don't know what else to say except that this is bloody marvellous! The best… ever… ever ever ever ever… ever! Don't listen to Laura she is a poo!

PS love Laura Sarah is more horrible than 2 poos and a wee.

I like this story I always thought that COLIN (Yum Yum) was an evil little boy now your story is proof that my predictions were right- spot on- jaja. I would tell you what I think of your writing skills BUT my mummy says don't talk to strangers and I don't know you because you are an anonymous computer screen and mught kidnap me if you knew tooooooo much abnout me. However it would be good if you kidnapped Sarah- she lives on - I will give you a map.

Well snot bag, I think that for someone who doesn't live anywhere should stop being jealous of those of us who have houses to live in. I would also have you know, oh anonymous computer screen that snot bag was lying before. She is a bag full of snot!

Well Sarah, I can't think of an accurate phrase to describe you with, think of the most horrible thing in the world then triple it 3 times.

And that would be you. Horrible times infinity. By the way Im going to let you know a secret. I have a secret crush on David Tennant!

Well you are horrible times infinity and one (you can't get bigger than that- Hahahahahahahahahaha) I'm not telling you my secrets otherwise the computer might kidnap me. Anyway you might not know who the person I have a secret crush on is so nenenenene

Resorting to school yard tricks are you, you immature school yard trickster...

A/N yes it's strange I know. Please rview.